There are far beyond essential forces more beautiful than truth - Self Identity. I dreamed I went to try out for the army of an unjust government. I went for the simple fact and passion of justification and destiny. The army for which I didn't even draft for was made up the so called elite. Everyone knew they were specially chosen. I spoke of insignificant things, in this case a woman for whom which I was trying to get with, however, I knew where my heart belonged... I sat down and ate at the enormous cafeteria where all these people were. The coaches (yes, they were coaches) looked at me with a face I would interpret to be.... mystified. They didn't interrupt because they knew my potential. And they respected it. Despite their pride. We went to war. I found myself feet ahead of the army, and later, what seemed to be miles and miles. It didn't matter anymore. It never did. In my expedition I was accompanied by a life form. We two traveled in blind faith. It was an adventure. We crossed a long desert. A desert that seemed to had once, somewhere along the timeline, had a remarkable and glandorius setting. We got to the other side, in what seemed to look quite like the Grand Canyon. Except when we got there, they were mountains very similar to California. We entered the doom and found ourselves slightly past the heart of the canyon. As soon as we made it, we began our expedition. (THIS WAS THE EXPEDITION). I was in analytical torment! Mental! Political! And somewhat of some other force I cannot quite describe. As soon as we began the rocky hike, we saw 1 by 1 by 2 by 3 by 4 by thousands of demon like forces run down the uphill we were going to hike. As I watched behind a small bush in army crawl stance I noticed my companion sprint to the scene and slide on the floor. The army passed. They didn't even touch him. However, he was dead. I didn't even see his face. I rolled him over and continued my quest. I went over the scene and destined to make it. My dream. I hiked and hiked this [media] hill. I am not quite sure how I made it, but I did. As soon as I was up there, I turned around to catch a scene of the battle. I didn't even see a glimpse! The bush I had hid under was blocking my view and I watched, still, in hopes. And when I turned around, there lay what was once civilization. To the far right, and beyond, laid destruction. I watched myself. I felt strong. I saw my glory. I felt at peace. I hiked up the mountain and felt complete. I was no longer worried. I was free!!!! There I stood. Enjoying the windy breeze..